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SHE CLICKS HER TONGUE WITH SOME AMOUNT OF SPITE— as her eyes gaze upon the one and only Katniss Everdeen who was using her use of archery to an extent as she managed to wipe out each of the holograms the program devised to use against her. Ophelia was not much of a person to feel any sort of animosity or jealousy, yet there was indeed some envy that poised inside of her soul as the young woman flawlessly demonstrated her archery talents for the rest of the Victors who dared to watch her.
Ophelia wanted to smirk. She wanted to place a hand on the young woman's shoulders and smile with pride as Katniss finished her demonstration. Yet, the unsettling urge inside of her mind held her back. The beautiful woman carefully bit her tongue as she watched with an ice-cold stare as Katniss could still fire as many arrows as she wanted as if she was back in her first games. Ophelia didn't hold the same weapon for so long when she was a tribute and the nasty feeling was still an open wound that needed to be mended.
All she could think about was him. Daerys. He would have known how to use the bow better than Katniss would. She could already see the flaws the young woman was making, notching the arrow and drawing the bow back so close to her lip. It's a shock that there were no wounds on Katniss's face from her fatal mistake. If there was one thing Daerys had taught her was how to shoot a bow and arrow properly. Not that it mattered.
The last thing she needed was to hold the weapon and be reminded of the one thing she couldn't do back in the arena those many moons ago. The sickening sound of the arrows being fired away in the distance was enough of a reminder for the young woman to shut her eyes and distance herself away from the large crowd of the other Victors who too had positioned themselves in full view to watch Katniss train with the only weapon that she probably knew how to use.
Ophelia was just as skilled as she was, even if the young woman didn't want to accept the truth or not. The fact remained clear when she last trained back in her home. She was still artfully skilled to use that weapon. But no matter how much money someone could offer to shoot her just one arrow, it was easy to say no. No bow and arrow could save the damage that had been done in the arena those years ago. She had indeed lost Daeyrs that day. And she wasn't going to forget. After all, how could she?
She made her way back towards the rest of the training facility. Her heartbeat soon found itself back at a normal and steady pace as she carefully grasped one of the tiny knives before throwing it with such speed at a target beside her. The sinking sound the knife let out made it clear that Ophelia had hit her target. Her succulent lips formed into a smile as she saw the gleaming blade had sunk dead center in the target. That was enough to make her feel more relaxed.
